Luyện nghe bài hát The Silence

Tell me a piece of history
That you're to call your own
Speak in you picked up
As you through life alone.
We used to in your stories
And be down by their tide,
Choking on the
And drowning no air inside.

Now you've hit a wall and it's not fault
My dear, my dear, my dear.
Now hit a wall and you've hit it hard,
My dear, my dear, oh dear.

It is not to be dumbstruck;
(Can you the silence?)
You must the words in that head of yours.
And oh, oh, can you the silence?
I can't it anymore,
'Cause it is not to be dumbstruck.
(Can you the silence?)

Tell me a of your history
That you've said out loud.
Pull the rug beneath my
And me to the ground.
Wrap me your fingers,
the silence open wide,
Before it into my ears,
And fills me up the inside.

Now you've hit a wall and lost for words,
My dear, my dear, my dear.
Now you've hit a wall and you hit it
My dear, my dear, oh dear.

It is not to be dumbstruck;
(Can you this silence?)
You must the words in that head of yours.
And oh, oh, can you feel the
I can't it anymore,
it is not enough to be dumbstruck.
(Can you the silence?)

If you give it a name, then it's won.
you good for, what you good for?
If you it a name, then it's already won.
What you for, what you good for?
If you give it a name, then it's won.
What you good for, what you for?
If you give it a name, then it's won.
What you for, what you good for?

'Cause it is not enough to be
(Can you this silence?)
You must have the in that head of yours.
And oh, oh, can you feel the
I can't it anymore,
it is not enough to be dumbstruck, oh.